Thursday Stories

 

I feel like it's been a while since I had a good Bekah story for you, so I thought we'd have a little story time today! OH! But before I do that...I wanted to answer a couple of questions that came in. 

* The gazebo at our Marion house (in Ryan's vocabulary) was a pirogi! We sure miss that thing. It was one of our favorite places to hang out. I am hopeful that in the next house we own, we'll have something similar to it!

* Someone also asked if we knew Lexi Grey was a character on Grey's Anatomy. I haven't watched Grey's for yearrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs but I did watch it when Lexi came on the show, and I'd told Ryan their names matched. We chose Lexi because it was the only girl's name we could agree on that fit our two-syllable/ends-with-an-ie-sound criteria. And we chose Grae as a middle name to nod to our current hometown of Grabill. So the match is purely coincidental, but I did like Lexi the character, so that helps!

Now! On to the story!

We have some friends who are quarantined, and we've been talking to them via Marco Polo every day. A few days ago, she mentioned to me that she really wished she could have a frozen hot chocolate from the coffee shop in Grabill, but of course, she can't go get one. I told Ryan I really wanted to surprise her with one via porch drop. 

So....a couple of days ago, I had a window of time in the afternoon when I could sneak away and do that. I hopped in the car, drove to the coffee shop, and ordered two 20-ounce frozen hot chocolates. I
asked for a drink carrier, because (AND I QUOTE!!!!) "I'm a klutz." The barista laughed and gave me a drink carrier.

I made it to the end of the sidewalk/beginning of the parking lot and still have no idea how it happened, but somehow one of those drinks tipped and fell out of the drink carrier. It landed on the ground with the most impressive SPLAT. The cup busted wide open and not a drop was left inside. The lid went flying, and there was probably a three-foot path of frozen hot chocolate carnage strewn across the sidewalk.

Talk. About. Embarrassing. 

I turned around and went back inside, profusely apologizing for the mess I had made out front and asking if I could buy a second drink. The sweet barista told me they would remake the drink on the house (BLESS THEM!!!!!) and told me not to worry about the mess.

But I did.

I made it successfully to my car and got the drinks to their porch for a PROPER drop, not a messy one. I scurried back to my car and texted to let them know they'd find a present on the porch, and then I went back to work. 

Not long after I returned, I went to the post office to check the mail and on my way home, I walked by the coffee shop again to make sure that horrible mess was gone. 

It wasn't.

I don't know if they forgot it was there or if they were too swamped to go clean it up, but I felt AWFUL about it. I called Ryan and wailed about how bad it looked, and he said, "Well, we could always go clean it up."

And that's how it came about that I was seen walking down the main road in town, carrying a bucket of water, with Ryan and his scrub brush in step beside me:

I threw the water and he scrubbed. I threw some more water and he scrubbed some more. I'm sure if anyone walked by, we were quite the sight. 

Just so you know...if you walk down the road carrying a bucket, you get some WEIRD looks. LOL!!

Let me know if you need a porch drop. I'm quite literally fantastic at it.